(This story takes place in Silicon Valley, California. The essence of this story is true. Jana exists, but her name has been changed. )
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Francis teaches ballroom dancing to adults. He's good looking, but not a GQ type of guy. He doesn't have a square chin, nor bulging biceps, because he is a dancer. He doesn't need well defined pecs. He doesn't have a 10-inch cock. Women don't give a shit for pecs. Or cocks that are so big you need a fistful of grease to get it in.
Women want a guy who understands that a woman's body is an erotic zone. All of it - from her ears, to her toes. Francis knows this: he is a lover and lovers don't need to look like gym rats. He doesn't hang out at hotel pools looking for curvy girls in bikinis. Women seek him out. Why? Because women are needy. They need to fuck, need to be eaten, to be worshipped. If you treat a woman like shit, you'll end up in a prison cell.
It's a biological thrill women get between their legs. It starts in the brain. And when a woman sees Francis she gets wet. Francis can be at the supermarket, or walking his dog. Francis attracts women. Many of his female students enter dance competitions, and that's how Francis met Jana. His manager assigned Jana to him because he knew Francis could get a woman aroused. He was taught to lead a woman onto the dance floor by taking her hand - not by putting your hand on her ass.
Jana was married to a senior VP of engineering and in Silicon Valley, he was earning over a million dollars a year. She drove a big Mercedes sedan, her own personal car. Jana knew nothing about ballroom, only what she'd seen on TV. She didn't need any sex therapy from Francis because she later told him she was always wet. It was because she kept a vibrating egg in her pussy when she drove. And probably up her ass as well. Francis knew about stuff like that. Vibrating eggs.
Jana was from Northern India. She was light skinned, full breasted and had long beautiful legs. Her thighs were magnificent. Her ass was plump. She had brown eyes, dark hair, and a quick wit. She was highly intelligent and an English major. These attributes are not important to most men, who are intimidated by smart women. But Francis had no tolerance for silly, fatuous girls. Regretfully Francis could not speak Hindi or Urdu.
Her husband had bought her a gift certificate for four dance lessons, and it was Francis' job to introduce the various dances to her. They danced fox trot, waltz, American ballroom tango, and the Latin dances.
If you must know, American ballroom tango is garbage. If you go to Buenos Aries and dance American tango you'll get tossed off the floor. Moreover, no woman will dance with you. Argentine tango is slow fucking to music, and you need to learn to romance your partner. A woman wears tango shoes to let you know she's primed for fucking. Shoes have straps that allow the lady to do swivels (ochos) without falling off. Ochos are literally figure eights.
Jana always wore a cashmere sweater to class, and with her big boobs, it was distracting. Although they spent some time learning fox trot, waltz, and those other silly dances, tango was how they spent most of their time. Francis did not get an erection, at least not visibly. He would stuff paper towels in his pants to visually diffuse erections. Jana had distracting boobs and Francis stuffed a lot of paper towels in his pants.
